Two fierce souls collide - Jada, a smart-ass, no-nonsense woman grinding hard to get out of her tough neighborhood, and Trey, a ruthless street king who doesn't tolerate weakness or disrespect. When their worlds violently clash, the hate burns hot. But as they keep running into each other - sparring with insults and cold stares - the line between enemy and lover starts blurring. They hate what they see, but they can't stay away.

"When yaa go stop tell people seh we deh?" "When we finally deh." In the vibrant yet tumultuous streets of Kingston, Jamaica, Liam and Amalia navigate a world marked by both secrets, love and conflict. Liam, an aspired artiste and producer dreams of making it big but finds himself drawn into the violent underbelly of the city as he tries to gain recognition not associated with his father's name. Amalia, a defense lawyer somehow finds herself intertwined with the life that Liam has known all his life. • THIS BOOK IS PURELY CARIBBEAN FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN REAL LIFE. ENJOY, LIKE AND SHARE! ❤️‍🔥

𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒? 𖤐 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌??

💥 Di Don & Di Doll A Jamaican Urban Romance Zariah Myles wasn't looking for trouble when she stepped into Taboo that night. But trouble found her in the form of Kingston's most feared Don, Malik "Ruckus" Hylton. He's dangerous, rich, and cold-blooded. She's bold, sharp-tongued, and not easily impressed. What starts as a game quickly turns into obsession. From luxury getaways to deadly shootouts, Zariah gets pulled into Malik's violent world-but somehow, she feels safer with him than she ever did without him. Enemies are watching. Family is betraying. And Malik's own brother wants what's his. This isn't a fairytale. It's gun smoke, gold chains, heartbreak... and real love. 🔥 Drama. 💔 Betrayal. 🖤 Obsession. This is Di Don & Di Doll. And once you start, you won't stop.

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ?

Dejah has never been an outspoken person. Some see her as an introvert, and some see her as a nerd. Her timid nature makes her look weak, and her viridity makes her soft. Or is this all a facade to hide who she truly is? As the quote says, "Looks can be deceiving."

My phone rings seeing zahirie's contact I don't answer but pressed declined, he calls two more times I declined each time Turning off my read receipts also. I search up a random video on Pinterest with a couple it looks like me but it's not "Enjoying my man's company," I post it turning my phone WiFi off closing my phone I placed it down Laying down i felt a rush of excitement . Getting up I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed I hum Alkaline: Thug loving before exiting the bathroom i smile dancing around. I jump at the figure on my bed i touch the light switch "JESUS!," I exclaimed seeing an angry zahirie sitting on my bed with my phone in his hand. His eyes are red and low, he smells like a mixture of weed and expensive cologne Holding my chest as my heart pounds I don't move towards him. Getting up he comes over to me He grabs me by my throat not hard but so that I can feel a bit pressure "Who yah fuck wid,?" He asks his deep voice sending chills up my spine and down to my coochie. He reaches down touching my front He tilts his head "Betta," he says pulling away Weh him mean by dat? He grips my throat again giving me a look "Who dat yuh post,?" He asks as I don't answer he asks again this time voice getting deeper and grip tighter "A random video mi find," I say struggling to breathe he loosened his grip "Stop fuck wid mi yer," he says letting go of my neck moving towards the door "Suppose mi did ave man yah weh yuh woulda do,?" I ask he stopped turning towards me "Fuck around and find out," his tone is deadly and serious he sounds scary and the look on his face scares me "Turn on yuh WiFi and nuh decline man call ago call yuh as mi reach inna eh car doh mek eh phone ring out," he instructed leaving my room Not even a minute later he calls I answered on the first ring. His face comes in the camera as he smirks "Good girl," he stated driving off Wah kinda mad man dis mi go tek up pon mi head fada God?

Fuk wit it, new to dis shit 🤔 Anon•

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

"Hold my hand until we turn to ashes, Love me 'til they put me in my casket, I got all these feelings that I'm maskin' Can I lay it on you? That's what I'm askin." My hand gripped the mic as I sang, I was now lost in his alluring gaze. I felt like he was daring me to step closer...should I ? I did, my heart was now pounding as I gripped the mic. The music swelled but my voice faltered. The lyrics seemed to echo the tension in the air. "Red wine kissin' in the house that your parents Got for you, rented, how'd you forget it? I think about you and nothin' else...if you would just come over, I could show you for myself. " He smirked, leaning forward, I stepped closer, inhaling the sweet smell of his cologne. He pulled me to him, the heat of his fingers causing my breath to stop momentarily... "Show me what I'm missing Melodi..." he whispered. 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮...